Hit Some Turbulance

Today was one of those days that could be described as the best laid plans that did not turn out as planned. I went downtown to the Farmer's Market. Picked up a few mums for the fall. I wanted to spend some time organizing and cleaning the garage. The husband is out of town. That makes it the perfect time to go into his space. Throw some things away and organize it. I spent about two hours getting the garage cleaned up. It was satisfying work.
What I did not see coming was my son's reaction to the newly organized garage. Mental illness is very unpredictable. Because we have only been back a week from vacation, our son has been out of sorts. We had two nieces take turns staying with him. He liked having them both around. That said, anytime he has changes in his routine, it is upsetting. While we were gone he went a few days in a row without sleeping. When he comes down from that, he usually sleeps too long. My husband is away on a three day guys week-end. Not good timing since we just came back from such a long vacation. Since my husband is retired, he spends most of his time with our son. He can use another break. Does not happen very often.
Back to my clean garage. What I did not anticipate was, the clean garage was very upsetting to my son. Very upsetting. I just did not see it coming. He likes things neat and clean. My husband's hoarding does not sit well with our son. Today, as soon as The Son saw what I had done, he lost it. He insisted I put everything back the way it was before. Obviously, that was not going to happen. I bought a shelf and set it up to organize a few things. He did not like the shelf. He did not like any of it. Very verbal about it too. I made the decision to get my car out of the garage. Seemed to be a wise choice at that time. He was determined to put the garage back as close as he could get it to the way it was before. I already threw away all the stuff we did not need. It still looks good. Just not the way I wanted it.
The up side to this is, my son knew he had been mean to me. While I was gone he did some house cleaning. That was nice. Would rather it not be after such a show of anger. Instead of a relaxing week-end, there has been to much stress. I really am exhausted. I had Tink and Coca. We spent a few hours at the depot watering flowers. We even had a Dairy Queen picnic. They love watching the trains stop. When we got back home, everything was calm.
I am more than ready for bed. I am also ready for at least one quiet day out of the week-end. Fingers crossed that I wake up to a calm day tomorrow. I would not mind if he slept the day away so I can have some calm.